Luck of the Irish, to you! Today, I continued my walks, not anticipating much because of the cold weather. Global warming? Forget about it! But, many folks took pity on me, as I stood at their door, with icicles hanging from my nose -- result: they asked me to come in out of the cold to warm up. Such hospitable folks we have living here in this great community! If any of you read my blog, I thank you for your generosity!
I need to back up here, and make reference to the 7-Mile Yard Sale on Saturday. Ginger had a booth that she shared with son, James and daughter, Emily. She was selling for United Way, but Em was selling baby clothes, and James (the salesman in the family) was selling random stuff he pulled out of his room, closet, under the bed, etc. We had boxes of stuff we pulled from the attic, of which some of it he claimed for his inventory. 8-track tapes! Old VHS's -- and he made a killing, convincing shoppers that they needed what he had to sell.
Since yard sells are not my cup of tea, I opted to stroll my grandbabies around in the nice weather. Some might call this activity "campaigning". So be it. The babies did draw attention, I must admit. The "cute" factor never hurts! Ginger said I should have taken James along (all 6'3" of him) to attract the "sympathy" vote. One look at him, and folks would conclude that feeding and clothing him does require a lot of resources!
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day, weather-wise.